Guns 'n Roses

Chapter 1Reminiscence of will

The rain pounded against the windowpane, a relentless drum beat that matched the turmoil raging within Kylina's heart. Each drop seemed to echo the memories of a past she fought to forget, a past etched in pain and fear that had left her scarred in ways unseen.

Alone in her dimly lit room, Kylina sat huddled on the edge of her bed, her gaze fixed on the rivulets of water tracing down the glass. The storm outside mirrored the tempest that raged within her-a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to drown her fragile spirit in its wake.

As lightning shattered the darkness, illuminating the room in a brief, stark light, Kylina's thoughts drifted back to the shadows of her past. The abuse, the torment, the never-ending cycle of violence that had marked her days and haunted her nights-all of it seemed to converge in the storm, a cruel reminder of the scars she carried both inside and out.

Just when she thought she had reached the end of her endurance, a knock at the door shattered the silence, startling her from her reverie. With hesitant steps, she approached, her heart pounding in anticipation and trepidation. She knew who was at the door at this late hour, but her hand trembled as she reached for the knob. Taking a long breath, she opened the door, conveying the towering figure in his construction clothing.

The tall figure stepped inside her room, not going past the door frame, and sighed in disappointment.

"Dad, you're home." she looked into his stormy eyes, which hadn't seen the happiness of the sun since her mother left them, never to be seen again

He sighed again, running his hand through his hair and then down his face, stopping at his jaw before fully letting it hang to his side. "I go out every day to make money just so we can survive, and I ask you to do one simple task, which is to keep the house clean and to cook dinner, nothing else. Yet here we are again."

I looked at him, confused, as I remembered making his dinner already, which was in the microwave, and the house was scrubbed from top to bottom this morning.

I went to answer him but was swiftly met with his hard, heavy hands across my cheek, snapping my head in the opposite direction of his right calloused hand. I stumbled with the impact, and with my hands automatically up for my flamed face in disbelief, a single tear slid down my pace in pain.

"You, just like your whore of a mother, can't ever follow instructions," he spat begrudgingly.

I held my composure, glaring daggers into his heart as I spoke shakinly. "I did as you asked."

"You worthless creature," he snarled, his hot breath reeking of alcohol as he yanked her hair and pulled her close to his chest, his eyes ablaze with malevolent rage. "I told you to keep this damn house spotless! Is that too much to ask for, you useless wretch?"

My blue eyes stared into his pooped brown ones as my own anger flared up, i knew the next words that came out my mouth was death wish but i did it anyway

"You're nothing but a coward hiding behind your anger," I spat defiantly, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and suppressed rage as he gripped her hair tightly, his fury palpable in the air. "You think you can control me with your violence, but all you are is a pathetic excuse for a man."

Despite the pain shooting through her scalp, Kylina locked eyes with her abuser, a defiant glint in her gaze that mirrored the fire burning within her soul. He punched her in the gut, not giving her time to recover, as he flung her to the hardwood floor and repeatedly kicked her all over in his mud track boots. As a defense, she curled into a ball, trying to cover her face as much as she could for what felt like hours, but in fact, just two minutes later, he stopped abruptly, crouching down to admire his work. By now, she was all different shades of bruised writhing and moaning in pain, but he wasn't done gripping her hair and pulled her to her feet as She stumbled and cried as I dragged her down the stairs, to the kitchen, and into the dining chair.

"Stay!" he barked as he grabbed a kitchen towel and a jug of water. He then draped the towel over my squirming, battered face and began to pour the water. It felt as if I were drowning; I couldn't breathe.

The water surged over the towel, suffocating me, and panic set in. My lungs burned, desperately craving air. I struggled against the bindings, but his grip was iron and unyielding.

"You think you can defy me?" He sneered, his voice a cold whisper above the rushing water. "You think you're strong? You're nothing."

Minutes felt like hours as the torture continued. Just when I thought I would pass out, he stopped, yanking the towel away. I gasped for air, choking and sputtering, tears streaming down my bruised face.

He leaned in close, his hot breath against my ear. "This is your last warning," he growled. "Step out of line again, and it'll be worse. Much worse."

He released me, and I crumpled to the floor, my body trembling with pain and fear. He stood over me for a moment longer, savoring his dominance, then turned, took his dinner from the microwave, and left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as I continued to cry, my head resting on the cold tile. I lay there, gasping, every inch of my body aching. But amidst the fear and pain, a flicker of defiance remained. He hadn't broken me yet. I knew I had to find a way out-a way to escape this hell.

Slowly and painfully, I pulled myself to my feet. Every movement sent waves of agony through my battered body, but I couldn't afford to stay down. I got to my room as I stumbled to the sink, splashing cold water on my face, trying to steady my shaking hands.

In the mirror, my reflection stared back at me, bruised and bloodied, but not defeated. I wouldn't let him win. I had to be smart; I had to bide my time. But I swore to myself, as I looked into my own eyes, that one day I would be free from his grasp, even if it killed me.

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